Disclaimer: Yadda yadda yadda! Do I have to tell you I'm not Tamora Pierce again? Well I'm not! So don't look at me like that! I don't own anything! Waaah! But whatever...
A/N: So dreadfully sorry! I was bored again. Here is more pointless fluff. Though this time it's an Alanna/George. So thanks for reading. Oh. And it's sort of George's side of the story.
George had known since before he kissed her that he loved her. He had just known that he loved little Alanna. The girl pretending to be a boy. Now he had proof. Unfortunately she hadn't looked to happy when she had stomped off to the palace, not even looking back at him.
Rolling over onto his stomach George sighed. He was in his room at the Dancing Dove, lying on his bed and moping. Normally he would have been downstairs with the rest of the thieves, but he couldn't bring himself to go down there and drink. He knew he had found love, even if she didn't love him back...
A tentative knock on the door pulled George temporarily out of his mope. Not for long though. "Go away." he called out in a lazy voice.
"George!" Wait. That was Alanna's voice. Alanna's. In an instant George was off his bed and charging across the room. He pulled the door open. The look on her face was enough to tell him what he looked like, (like someone who never brushed his hair, probably,) but he didn't care.
"You aren't afraid of me?" George asked rather more coldly than he had wanted to. Realizing his mistake he apologized quickly. "I'm sorry! That didn't come out the way I meant it to. It was sup--"
But Alanna had reached up and put a finger to George's lips, to stop his blubbering. "You know," she said, keeping her finger firmly in place. "I think, I might have been the one who should be sorry." George could see the effort it was costing her to apologize, but he wasn't going to complain!
Without really thinking about what he was doing George pulled Alanna into the room, and closed the door behind her. He turned around and looked down at Alanna. Softly his hand ran through those flaming red-short-cut locks of hair.
"If you really think you should be the one to apologize, then kiss me!" George demanded.
With only a seconds hesitation Alanna pulled George down to the right level and pressed her lips softly against his. Stunned by the action George just hung there stupefied. But at last he came around. He put his arms around Alanna's neck and kissed her back.
When she pulled away from his she was almost panting. She seemed to be... enjoying herself. The next thing she said shocked George. "Kiss me." She ordered.
George grinned and kissed her passionately, until the two fell onto his bed, kissing each other passionately.
Ok. It's just another fluff story. It's for George fans of course. I think it's just going to be a one shot, but if you want more, let me know. I might be willing to make it more if I get enough positive feedback.